I Write You Naked"I'd take my clothes off for you, so long as it was for artistic purposes."I Write You Naked8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You know I'm a writer, right?"
And you smiled, and met my eye,
With a pagan innocence that mocked the stubborn residue of my Saxon, puritan shame.
You once told me how you escape the heat
By doffing your clothes,
And going naked around your apartment.
I think of you that way often,
But not in the way you might think.
I'd draw you naked
For your skin, your breasts, your eyes, your hips,
(There's none of you that isn't beautiful)
But mostly for the ease with which you wear nature's garments,
Unburdened by their cultural weight.
Or I'd write you, better yet,
Tracing your contours with inky fingertips,
Vesting you in words of adoration.
Ashes, Ashes, We all fall downHe lit the incenseAshes, Ashes, We all fall down3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She touched the fire
fingertips danced as
the flames they grew higher
their hearts fed the burning
eyes laced with desire
hiding behind shadows
cast down by the pyre
when she was young
her mama said
you play with matches
gonna end up dead
but it drew her in
messed with her head
she took its hand
and away she was lead
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down,
he felt it red
she felt it blue
the farther their hearts ran
the hotter it grew
I love you dearly
and I love you too
but how much is too much
to love you?
Ashes and Ashes
We're all falling down
Selfless LoverI had a dream, about me and youSelfless Lover3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had finally made it
and both said I do
you were as beautiful as I remember you in life
I was your husband and you were my wife
It was the happiest day for me and you
I had another dream, about me and you
I was alone, you were with another
but that was fine, we had said adieu
I still loved you, only as a friend
You were happy, all that mattered in the end
If dreams become real, and I hope they do
It doesn't really matter which comes true
Whilst I differed one thing remained unchanged
You were happy, and I still loved you
But my love goes beyond what I may want
As long as you are happy and loved
And if not with me but with another
For the truth is, I'm a selfless lover
WisdomIt comes in sizesWisdom3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Of all unique proportions
Yet has the same core
A Night of ConfessionsA Night of Confessions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was going to be a long night on Mount Justice, and for the Young Justice team it was only going to get worse, a storm was about to hit where they lived, but everyone seemed calm , they knew the mountain could sustain a storm and that there was nothing to be worried about. It was around 11:36 P.M when things started to get bad, the mountain started to shake from time to time; the lights flickered on and off every so often, giving them a warning that a power shortage could be one of their problems through the rest of the night or until the storm was over.
Everyone was to stay in their rooms and not go out unless necessary, but after hearing the intense wind and thunder none of them could stay put in one place, they all had gather in the living room area, all them seem to try and maintain a calm attitude towards the situation everyone except Wally he seemed very energetic despite the fact that everyone else was worried for their safety, Kaldur had a calm face and was tak
Ticking HeartbeatOur hearts are our clocks.Ticking Heartbeat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What has hands, a face,
that can run on and on forever,
it flies, it sings, it paces,
it dribbles and clicks and breathes.
Everyone knows it exists.
We try to measure it,
measure its weight,
We can wind it up when it gets too slow.
Hearts, and clocks.
They have something in common.
We can think of them in two ways.
As tangible things, or intangible things.
Sixty seconds in a minute,
sixty minutes in an hour.
But why sixty? Why sixty?
No real reason.
It's just a number.
Each beat, each pulse,
Do we need that?
Do we want that?
Every surge and stroke and throb,
giving rhythm and time to bodies.
Hourglasses, metronomes, sundials, clocks,
these things slay time.
They cut it up into tiny pieces,
containing it, making it visible.
What evil things we are.
Trying to contain somet
My AthenaThere is this girlMy Athena6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whose name holds a branch
Of Athen's great export.
Her doctrine is strange,
Her allure is stranger.
This girl that I love
Is full of bright wonder.
From my vantage point I can watch
Her grow up with friends I'll never know.
I can see her struggle,
I can watch her fumble,
I could be her guide.
I try to draw in close,
And she doesn't seem to mind.
Yet I know I'm not welcom in her perfect world-
Which may not be so perfect...
What if she doesn't want me?
What if I'm found a pest?
Could she really be so cruel?
Now I'm forced to draw away.
Why are you so cruel?
I notice that she has my same affliction.
My cancer is hers.
We bear the sun's kiss in our blood.
Were we maybe meant to be?
How will I ever know if I don't take a chance?
But I can't-
So I'll just sit here in my vantage point
Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,Twisted Up Inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
It's not about the spark that It's not about the spark that litIt's not about the spark that 2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the yellow to orange
of tinder and flint
it's not so easy to arrange
it's not about the fire that burns
in the destruction of one, a creation of another
a living soul that dances and yearns
one that breathes and thrives altogether
what it's really about
are the ashes that remain
in the smoke that trails behind
its memory of, may retain
its in the remembering
the hopes of young dreamers
within recollection's past
the zeal of time old believers
The Hanging TreeThe Hanging TreeThe Hanging Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The hanging tree where mother promised to take me,
holds many secrets that are never told
but they are never spoken to me before.
One where a man was hung for the murder.
One where a woman was hung for her stealing’s.
Nothing mattered anymore to them
the trees branches indented from previous
made perfect notches for the new victims.
Of the hanging tree of olden times
when feet kicked and faces turned blue
dark paradise would overcome their features.
And nothing else mattered for the group
that gathered at the hanging tree tonight.
Murder and rape and stealing and crime
paid for in blood and sin at the hanging tree.
All where mother promised to take me.
Wake Me UpThey say that every creatureWake Me Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On earth dies alone.
But if that's true, why would we
Want to live our life alone?
If we're alone during life,
Should we be alone during death?
Life is nothing but a dream,
A dream in which we can't wake up.
We're alone while we dream,
It is only us in our own mind.
That soft sleep is only important
To the sleeper.
Whether it's a good dream or nightmare,
We are alone within our minds.
But what we don't realize is
That life is the dream,
And we can't wake up.
We've seen what we dream,
But that's the real world, elusive.
We've caught a glimpse, and it has
Opened our eyes to our true lives.
Wake me from this dream,
For it is a nightmare.
Wake me up.
Lead me to life, so that I
May die someday, not alone.
Wake me up.
I'm a heavy sleeper, therefore,
You will have to awaken me from this dream.
Waking from a nightmare brings
Such sweet satisfaction.
Wake me up,
For life is nothing but a dream.
Wake me up.
I Only Care About Your HappinessThere was a problem last night,I Only Care About Your Happiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the shaking yellow crystals
through which your garage light was
refracted in a dozen amber waves,
where the broken folding chair
took its kingdom with the smoke
and left me or you to the floor,
in the angle of my tendons
shaded by the jagged tension
in your absent tooth-smile,
brought upon while I
brushed your knee
when your phone struck
Melatonin Addictioncan i fill you up?Melatonin Addiction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on brine, boosts and bronze.
I mean that literally,
The Earth is hollow but we still drill through.
Space is a concept evidently named.
I'm a warrior and you be the princess,
you're already rescued, promised to curses.
is a line is a line is a line is a line
and I'm in enigmas, sure by shore leaves.
sunken ships launch from the beach front
and take their ghosts,
a secret suicide.
If ants drew us and we marched past,
would it be any different, would it be any different?
in a line to end all lines,
and seductive co-workers fling their shit at me.
once primal, always primal, just anthropomorphic.
I'm just a collection of piss stains,
wrung out and forgotten
stinky and melancholic.
addicted to that pin-prick well,
settling for justice with a bucket,
we dip our heads into water and crack the rot over bemusement.
I hope you wake up
oh, god i hope you fucking wake up
The Elemental Swords Earth Sword</i>The Elemental Swords10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sword fell to the ground,
Creating a mystical sound,
It lies there waiting to be found,
Not a soul to be seen around,
And so the sword lay still,
This sword could not be bought at a till,
No longer being used to kill,
The blade was lifted,
And then the earth shifted,
The sands were sifted,
And then the world rifted,
I don't want to be here anymore,
I still can't keep score,
I don't understand more,
It's become like a chore,
And still nobody learns,
That the fire causes burns,
It seems that the blade yearns,
Fire in steel,
Near your face,
It makes your head reel,
And distort your view of space,
Still at night,
To the swords delight,
The water flowed,
As the stars glowed,
Under the moonlight,
The sword seemed blue to sight,
And it continues to glow even in a fight,
And so the sea split,
And then it,
Let its owner pass through,
And he saw that it was true,
No light strikes the blade,
ERB: Mother Goose Vs. H.P. LovecraftERB: Mother Goose Vs. H.P. Lovecraft1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
Good Better, Best
You can't win this battle, Howard
You're about to face the nursery rhymin' mc
So give it a rest
You authored Dunwich?
You're going down bitch
Dickery, Dickery, Dare
You can't conjure up a good scare
Baby's first Mythos?
I don't even care
I'll ram my fist up your ass
And work your mouth like a puppet
You're known for giving kids nightmares
Are you even done yet?
Jack be Nimbler
I'll make this quick
All your works of horror are complete shit
You're still public domain
Leaving children drained
Are you kidding me?
I inspire horror writers and film makers
I'm expanding possibilities
Just call me H.P.
You're just an old lady
Not even a real goose
Try to cross the line with me
I'll let Cthulhu loose
I'm the macabre MC madder than the Arab
Your rhymes spat by old folks?
Well that's rather sad
Appearing in many films and TV series
And spoken of on Halloween
I'm the Gothic horror master
the shit i learned in high school1. help clean up the morning after the party.the shit i learned in high school2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(even if it wasn't you
who smashed tater tots into the carpet
or left crushed beer cans in the flowerbox.
it might as well have been, and
if you're lucky
next time, it will be.)
2. when your phone rings after midnight,
it's never the person you want it to be.
answer it anyway.
and when it's a boy who wants to read poetry and watch meteor showers,
understand that that's probably not all he wants,
and then hang up.
or don't hang up.
trade poems and stars and kisses,
and let it mean nothing or everything.
3. skipping class is never a good idea
unless you're with a friend you love
and you sneak along the railroad tracks to sit and smoke and watch trains pass
or unless you're alone,
and you need to walk and think and drink steaming coffee in the rain
okay, fuck it, skipping class at least once is probably a good idea.
4. don't apologize for asking questions.
5. don't be afraid to disagree.
6. don't get caught.
7. everyone is lonely
AsylumWho are you?Asylum2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Who are you?
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Blood, scars, wounds.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
Fake How are you?Fake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
To My BrotherMy mother tended her first yield tender,To My Brother5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with slender fingers interlocked in a cradle
placed over her ripe stomach,
the calluses raised from farm labor
serving as little pillows for her son.
The first time she felt the quake underneath her flesh
the little feet,
the kicking feet that would someday hold up a man
she whispered his name,
The son rising in the east to reflect her soul.
But dawn broke too early,
stretching its scarlet, wet arms over her underwear,
spitting defiance in a rush of water soaking her feet.
On the way to the hospital,
she clutched her splitting stomach,
screaming and pleading to the impatient babe,
Too soon, too soon!
But he was too much Icarus;
too eager to reach the light.
Finally, when the doctors extracted what was inside her,
she heard no sound of a baby boy crying,
only a beeping monitor tracking the beat of an incessant heart,
Let me see him.
With cold hands,
the doctors presented
.:A New Dawn:.Another Night. Alone..:A New Dawn:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone since you left her there hanging.
Not with a rope, but with words.
You shattered her with reality. The truth.
And left her there to pick herself up.
Now hating that she cannot hate you.
A New Dawn Awakens her. Not you.
For you're gone.
for basilyou found a boy in the ashesfor basil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you made him a star ;
a mere pile of dust and leaden colours
but oh, how he shone
fools wish upon shining stars,
and fools fall in love ;
twice he made you for a fool
but oh, how he shone
he's a boy, just a boy
but stars have to burn to shine brighter,
and your artist heart melted
as the burning dust boy grew darker,
dry and shrivelled and harsh,
-- he shone
boys are cruel,
and stars even more so ;
hard and bright and so far away
lost in their own time
but oh, how they shine
and oh, how they shine
Boys and GirlsI like boys.Boys and Girls1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I like girls.
I like diamonds,
I like pearls.
I’m not ‘confused’.
I’m not a ‘whore’.
I’m just ‘bisexual’,
I know that for sure.
It does exist.
It is for real.
It’s not a lie or a cloak,
It’s just how I feel.
I’ve kissed girls.
I’ve kissed boys.
Some were serious,
Some were toys.
Boys are hot.
Girls are too.
Tell me it’s a ‘phase’,
And I’ll punch you.
I like boys.
I like girls.
I like diamonds,
I like pearls.